She Ate His Leftovers,So I Made Her Eat Everyone'sChapter 1
Three years of marriage, and because my wife had severe germaphobia, we'd always kept our meals strictly separate.
Until the day I walked in on her eating with her young assistant.
He'd left half a bowl of rice unfinished. She picked it up and ate every last grain.
I didn't make a scene. Instead, the next day, I organized a group dinner.
When the meal was winding down, I scraped everyone's leftovers into her bowl.
"Eat up. Wouldn't want to waste food, right?"
She didn't say a word. But her little assistant lost it first.
"Mr. Henson, you've been a stay-at-home husband for three years. You never even look at price tags when you shop. All of that comes from Director Prescott's pocket."
"And now you're humiliating her in front of everyone over something this petty? That's seriously out of line."
I wasn't angry. I simply said, "You're fired."
My wife, who had always been gentle and accommodating, slammed her palm on the table and turned on me for the first time in our marriage.
"Rolf Henson, you don't have the authority to fire my employees!"
I let out a quiet laugh. Once a woman was broken, there was no point keeping her around.
Worst case, I'd just marry someone else.
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My wife called out of nowhere to say she was working late and couldn't make it home for dinner.
As luck would have it, a buddy of mine hit me up, so we decided to grab some barbecue together.
As we passed a restaurant, he pointed at the table near the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Doesn't that woman look like your wife?"
I squinted. It was only a view of her back, but I recognized Fiona Prescott instantly.
Across from her sat the young assistant who'd joined the company less than a month ago.
Job Fox frowned slightly, staring at the half-eaten bowl of fried rice in front of him with a helpless expression.
Fiona saw this and smiled indulgently. She reached over, picked up his leftover rice, and shoveled it into her mouth in a few quick bites. Not a single grain left.
I froze.
Fiona had severe germaphobia. In three years of marriage, we had never once shared a dish.
One time, I'd picked up a piece of fish for her and placed it in her bowl, forgetting to use the serving chopsticks.
She dumped the entire bowl of rice along with the fish straight into the trash. The whole plate of fish I'd touched with my chopsticks? She didn't take a single bite.